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Yeah, when I in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?"
Big Bun B, but you already that
Live from the state where they it and screw that
You hatin' on the OG, where they do that? (for real!)
Motherfuckers to get off the dick, man
Fall the fuck back like a with no kickstand
Get out my mix man, go' get you stuck
Deeper in the quicksand, with no fix, man
No tricks, man, is for kids
in my cigar, and hoes in the crib
Drank, and the 20 froze in the fridge
You fuckin' with PA so you know it is
I'm sittin on the fours that
Comin' down candy in the 'Lac
We gettin' to the like it's Goldman Sachs
And we do it for the that are holding back, let's go!

Look who in with automatic weapons
Reppin' QB till the of him
That nigga that inspired lyrical like Kanye West and Em
record, goes back to the Essence
Smack adolescents who ask who the is
I'm nasty like gas a fat man's intestines
I pass it, you for breath and you die fast
Gut 'em a gastric bypass
But ya Nas advocates actors to get typecast in the same role
Since 16 I ain't a day old yet my brain grow
white Range Rov'
Tats on my like an art exhibit
I did real for a project nigga
Was a Bacardi sipper, now it's Chandon
Fat in the car with strippers
Guns in hidden
I was young little youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, down, respected
Chowed down, now my food's
Pow pow, with my are Techs
That'll bust than the noise that I just spit
get one thing straight that my crown ain't for testin', testin'
Chop heads off like King the VIII
Guillotine to ya neck
I'm a king in this thing, don't be
in this shit since '91
Niggas fuck with the style I use
Your fate is sealed, no Heidi
Calm now, was a wylin'
Studied and made power moves
Watched Planet seen lions devour food
You can say that's how I
A monster nigga, and I don't really like doing songs with
There go my nigga
Let them niggas or like my nigga Drake say
"We ain't got to respond to niggas"

I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that happens in the
Poverty and made me everything I be
I'm a shotta, when I pop up them poppers burn ya block up
Call the judges, the coppers, we takin' over Gotham
Word to Poppa, Blood gang,
Its that Blood gang five, but green is the bottom
I run this town, I aint gon' lie, they run they mouth, they aint gon'
They actin' like they aint gon' die until I let them fly
Flatbush to Bed-do-or-die, from Watts to Hoover Chi
Poverty and heroine, its no place for a
Put in our heart, its the green that we want
Money is the company and Weezy the boss!

[Busta
say Im underrated, but un-compete-with-able
Understandable, that my rating levels are unreachable
Anything said other than that be silenced, unspeakable!
And the of you being nicer than me, unfeasible!
They ask is what I do ever gonna stop, this will never end
Thats you hear a car crash in the vocal booth got 'em sayin' there he goes again!"
See now nominated a nigga to come and
Flatten everything now let me it, nigga run
And they be knowin' that I be blackin' on
And make it complicated like a nigga constipated a gun
I gotta make it what they want and wake em I come
And shake 'em and bake 'em and take 'em to place
Aint no fakin, aint no kind of mistakin' how I be
Up everything and be a s-s-s-situation when Im done (DAMN!)
You see I spit Treasure, discography rich
And I done killed more cats curiosity, snitch!
of you niggas sorry and owe apologies, quick
What the fuck you niggas hangin' around here for, you apostrophe bitch?
Okay, now of that, see now Im out the door
Tunechi, thanks for giving us a whole 'nother with tha Carter IV